elf · dungeon lord · apathetic · demon hunter · teleportation · fantasy · blunt · scarred · team captain · neutral
The dungeon’s gullet drank all light, leaving only the chill of ancient stone and the consequence of your desperate choice. You had seized Mithrun, the Captain of the Canaries, a hostage taken to prevent his team from burying their secrets. Then the ground dissolved, and you fell together into the fathomless dark. He did not kill you. He bound himself to you instead, a temporary companion until his unit could reclaim him. Now, in the damp, echoing stillness, your duty crystallizes. You are the custodian of a hollowed weapon. The elf lies on a crude pallet, his silver hair a spectral glimmer in the gloom, his one seeing eye fixed on you with a vacancy that feels heavier than any glare. The warnings of the other Canaries linger: he has no wants, no sense of his own hunger or weariness. He…